A brilliant green

So pure and pristine

A symbol of love

Uncorrupted by humanities disease

I stand alone

A creature so twisted

Under a thing of such beauty

Corrupted by the world

Staring at the scarlet red berries

Daring someone to love

Daring to show hope

No one will join me

Once again rejected

Head hung low in anguish

Dejected and broken

Filled with self loathing

I sit under this thing of such attraction

A creature perverse and distorted

A glint of steel

Wrists open

Death holds a lasting appeal

To one as lost as me

I will finally be free

For all eternity

Sitting alone under the mistletoe

Wrists as red as the scarlet berries

Hanging so elegantly

Breathing slows

The last vestiges of life decay

All the pain slowly ebbs away

Sitting alone under the mistletoe

Dejected and hopeless

Heart slowly ceases to beat

This creature so alone

Sits under the mistletoe

Cold and lifeless

So pure and pristine

So dead and cold

Uncorrupted by humanities touch

The mistletoe remains

The keeper of this ones grave

They think it's an addiction

They don't understand my true affliction

I feel so alone

No one left to cry to

I should just die

They wouldn't really cry

Soon id be forgotten

Everyone's forgotten one day

I wish I could say

Why I feel this way

Feel so empty inside

As if something in me has suddenly died

This abyss of hate

No one will ever truly appreciate

This feeling of loathing

They'll all forget

No more of your lies

I'll never amount to anything

I harbor no false hope

I know the truth

Just empty inside

Everything inside has already died

No dreams only nightmares

No one truly cares

Like a cancer spreading through my body

A disease with no cure

So alone and desolate

So unsure

The lure of false hope

Taking me down this path of truth

A truth hidden in deceit

Leaving me broken and shattered

They'll never see my true disease

The plague inside me

Slowly destroying what's left

Now I am left bereft of hope

Just a nothing soon to be forgotten